Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Dominica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ultimate Spinach to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Liliput. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Silicon Teens,
10cc,
Smog,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anakelly,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doors,
Mandrill,
Organ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Star Department,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cluster,
Japan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cal Tjader,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Near,
The Barracudas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fall,
The Smiths,
Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hoover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Bananas,
Jawbox,
The Young Rascals,
U.S. Maple,
Suburban Knight,
Intrusion,
Mad Mike,
Gong,
One Last Wish,
Harmonia,
Minutemen,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flipper,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Circle Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
Spoonie Gee,
Moss Icon,
The United States of America,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fuzztones,
Brick,
Easy Going,
Arab on Radar,
Zero Boys,
MC5,
La Düsseldorf,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.